From: FLVA12D@prodigy.com (Mr. Dave Cross)
Subject: The Gardner's Son
Date: Sun, 23 Mar 1997 10:06:35 -0500
Organization: Alliance Network, Inc. (GRR MI) (616-774-3010)
Scarlet Geraniums by Shawn James
From the privacy of my bedroom window I watched him work. It was
not the first time I'd seen him working in our yard. He was a cute kid,
attired in baggy jean shorts and cut-off t-shirt. His father had tended to
our landscaping for as long as I can remember, but it wasn't until this
year that his son began to accompany him.
I watched the handsome boy as he filled the clay pots, surrounding
the patio with scarlet geraniums. He moved like music, as if he was in
perfect tune with everything around him. My surveillance became
impassioned, igniting within me a flame, that seemed to melt my lovestruck
heart. The stiffness forming between my legs beckoned my immediate
attention. Recklessly, I tore at my clothes until I stood naked. I felt
warm inside, burning with the hope that he would look up and see me
standing at my window, stroking my throbbing cock. He was far too involved
with the task at hand to notice me. I watched him until he had finished
with his work and ambled from sight.
There was something different about this young man. Something that
set my manhood on fire. My nuts tightened as I imagined seeing him naked.
The mere thought of his slender, bronze body and jet black hair fiIled me
with a sense of overwhelming intrigue. No one had ever appealed so
thoroughly to the lustful preference of my skittish young desires. My
valiant lust peaked and my cock erupted with a generous load of hot, sticky
jism. With every spurt of my hurling load, my longing to solicit the
company of the gardener's beautiful son intensified.
A week went by before I saw him again. It had been a week of
agonizing erotic fantasy. By week's end, I had lost all track of how many
times I had jacked off in an attempt to appease my insatiable sexual
appetite. Jacking off, while gratifying as always, did little to curtail
my urgent needs. I had never wanted anyone so bad in my life. My body
ached to be near him. My ears ached to hear the sound of his voice. My
mouth thirsted to taste his male flesh. From my window, I again watched
him tend to the scarlet geraniums.
When he stopped to rest in the shade, I saw my opportunity. As I
approached, he appeared to be deep in thought. He didn't even seem to
notice me. He looked so at peace, I almost felt guilty for intruding upon
his tranquil solitude.
"Excuse me," I called softly.
His head turned and he looked up at me through his sunglasses. The
corners of his mouth curled into a pleasant smile. My cock did a flip flop
in my shorts. Wicked thoughts of unbridled passion surged through my brain
like sparks from a short circuit.
"Are you talking to me?" He asked. I would have thought that much
would have been obvious. He was the only other person there.
"Yes," I said. "I'm sorry to bother you, but would you happen to
know what time it is?" It was such a corny line. I was surprised he even
bothered to answer me.
"Sorry. I don't wear a watch," he chuckled. I looked at him more
closely and was dumb struck.
"Is something wrong?" He asked.
"No. Not at all," I stammered, trying to recover from the
embarrassment of having made a monumental blunder...
"You didn't realize that I'm blind, did you?"
"I'm sorry, but no. No, I didn't. I feel like such a fool."
"Don't be sorry. I'm glad you couldn't tell. I hate it when
people can tell. You'd be surprised how weird some people act when they
find out."
I sat down on the ground near him. His sleek legs were smooth and
well muscled. It was all I could do to keep my hands off of him.
"My name is Chin," he said, extending his hand to me.
Grateful for an opportunity to touch him, I eagerly shook his hand.
"Glad to meet you, Chin. I'm Pete."
"Pete, I'll bet I know what you're thinking."
I was quite sure he had no idea what was going through my mind. My
thoughts would have curled his beautiful, straight hair.
"You can ask if you want," he assured me. "I really don't mind
talking about it."
I realized before making a complete fool of myself that he was, of
course, referring to his blindness.
"Have you always been blind?" I asked. The question seemed so
cold. I felt bad for even asking.
"No;" said Chin, unaffected by my curiosity. "Only for two years."
"What happened? If you don't mind my asking?"
Chin took off his sunglasses and wiped the sweat from his face.
For the first time I saw his eyes. They were gorgeous eyes; dark,
passionate and distinctly oriental.
"A baseball," he said. "Can you believe it? I got smacked in the
head with a baseball."
"Isn't there anything that can be done? I mean, surely the right
doctor could do something."
"At first the doctors said my blindness was only temporary. But
now they're leaning more toward permanent. I've seen specialists. They
all scan, prod and x-ray, and come back with the same answer."
"I've sure got to hand it to you. You do remarkably well. I had
no idea. How do you do it? Work with the flowers, I mean."
"I see with my fingers," he said. "It's like I touch something,
and I can see in my mind what it looks like. Sounds weird, huh?"
"I think it sounds pretty amazing."
Chin's father had gone to another job across town, leaving him
alone to work in the familiar surroundings of our lawn. By mid-afternoon,
clouds began to roll in, and the sound of thunder rumbled in the distance.
Occasionally, Chin would look up at the angry sky and listen, but would go
right back to his work.
The rain came suddenly, taking him by surprise. He was soaked to
the skin, from head to toe, before he made it half way across the lawn. I
saw him hurry into the tool shed to escape the storm. I was sure he was
fine, but felt compelled to make sure.
Putting a few things I thought he might need into a bag, I grabbed
an umbrella from my closet and ran to join him.
Chin jumped with a start as I bolted through the door. I felt bad
about startling him, but was glad I'd come. He sat shivering. His black
hair laid flat against his head. I'd never seen anyone look so forlorn.
"It's just me," I announced. He breathed a sigh of relief. "I saw
you caught in the rain. I thought you might need some dry things."
"Thanks. I was really hoping to finish before the rain."
"Oh well, there's always tomorrow," I said, lying a towel in his
arms.
"I really appreciate this," said Chin, as he set out to dry
himself.
The rain continued to pour down. "I brought you some dry clothes,
if you'd like to change."
"You shouldn't have gone to so much trouble," he said.
"Not at all. I'm sure they'll fit." And I handed the clothes to
him.
I sat back and watched as he pulled off his drenched t-shirt. My
cock tingled with excitement when I caught a glimpse of the small tufts of
black, hair under his arms. Out of habit, rather than necessity, I tried
not to stare. But when he stood up and unfastened the front of his jeans
shorts, I couldn't take my eyes off of him. Holding my breath, I watched
as he peeled the wet denim down over his hairless thighs.
"How old are you?" I asked. I was thinking and the words just kind
of slipped out.
"Nineteen," he replied. I couldn't believe he was a year older
than me.
"You're kidding?"
"No. I really am nineteen."
"I thought you were fifteen, maybe sixteen."
Chin gave me a courteous, but obvious look of discontent. I
quickly apologized for my error in judgment.
"Most people think I'm younger than I am," admitted Chin. "Don't
feel bad."
I couldn't feel anything but pure joy when I saw how his wet
underwear clung to his manhood. It didn't matter that his cock appeared to
be as petite as the rest of his magnificent body. I wanted to see all of
him, and grew anxious for him to reveal the secrets of his flesh.
Chin seemed a bit nervous.
"Are we alone?" He asked. "I mean, there's no one else who's going
to come rushing in?"
"No one else," I assured him.
Chin still appeared to be a bit shy, but hesitated no longer. With
one rapid swoop, he pulled off his underwear and stood in front of me,
stark naked. My eyes immediately dropped to satisfy my haunting curiosity.
While his cock was indeed much smaller than mine, I found it to be the most
beautiful, uncircumcised dick I'd ever seen.
Wet and cold, his balls had drawn up tight in their satiny pouch.
But much to my surprise, his slender cock was actually half hard.
The scent of his damp flesh was pleasantly sweet. The small shed
quickly filled with his aroma. The thunderstorm had served my purpose
well. It was a gift from heaven. I watched Chin dry his hairless torso.
When he ran the towel over his exquisite ass, the head of my thick cock
slithered down the inside of my thigh to peek out from beneath the leg of
my shorts. I trembled with nervous anticipation as he focused his
attention on his ticklish manhood.
"You know, this isn't fair," he said.
"I know you're watching. I can feel your eyes on me." I felt my
face warm with shameful humiliation.
"I wish I knew what you looked like," he said, putting the towel
aside, feeling for the clothes I had given him.
As he searched, I reached out and intercepted his hands.
"Can you really see with your fingers?" Almost breathlessly, Chin
nodded as I placed his hands on my face.
"You're quite attractive," said Chin, his fingertips gently
caressing every distinguishing curve of my face. He ran his hands down my
neck and across my shoulders.
"Just hold that thought," I said, interrupting his exploration just
long enough to remove my shirt.
"Your skin is very smooth," he said, dragging his fingers over the
erect nipples of my well- defined pecs. My abdominal muscles tensed as his
hands descended to my narrow waist.
"You have a great physique."
The sight of his now fully erect cock indicated to me that he was
anxious to investigate further, but was apprehensive to do so without a
proper invitation.
"Have you seen enough, or would you like to see more?"
Chin shrugged trying his best to appear indifferent. His stiff
five-inch cock twitched with lustful eagerness as he listened to the sound
of my clothes coming off. The stiffness swelling the slender shaft of his
organ caused his tight foreskin to burst open and reveal the tip of his
beautiful, underlying crown. I wanted to take the plump acorn in my mouth
and fill the back of my throat with his throbbing urgency. But for now, I
was content to stand in naked readiness - ready for Chin to visualize my
rigid manhood with his amazingly perceptive fingers.
A sheepish grin came over his handsome, young face as his hands
slid down my hips and reached around to gently squeeze the tightly muscled
orbs of my down-covered ass. Slowly he squatted down and brought his hands
around to the front of my hairy thighs. I felt short of breath as Chin's
quest took him up the inside of my thighs to cup my heavy sagging balls in
the palms of his affectionate hands. I felt like one of the geraniums in
the garden. I looked down into his beautiful eyes. It was difficult to
believe they were sightless. From the expression on his boyish face, I got
the impression he saw far better than most. His soft fingers nearly
buckled my knees as they caressed my rigid organ. I couldn't take much
more. I was so fucking horny, it was difficult to hold back my urgent need
to cum. Something was going to give; either the dam holding back my
passion, or my sanity.
Chin giggled playfully.
"You've got a nice big one. I'm truly impressed."
Accomplishing what he had set out to do, Chin released my manhood
and stood up. I was grateful for a break in the action, but I certainly
had no intention of allowing our encounter to end like this. I quickly
reached out and began fondling his rock hard cock. Chin gasped with
delight. it made me feel good to realize my boldness was not only welcomed
but, apparently, quite pleasing.
"It has been a long time," sighed Chin. "I had almost forgotten
how good it feels to be touched."
Still holding firmly to his throbbing cock, I felt the head of his
slender organ grow slick with oozing precum. I buried my face in his
smooth, bronze chest and nibbled greedily on his small, erect nipples. My
head spun drunkenly from the flavor of his intoxicating flesh. His strong,
young heart pounded passionately against my warm, wet lips as I continued
to tongue his lovable breasts. Chin's arms came around my shoulders and
pulled our bodies close. His embrace fueled the inferno already raging
inside me.
My tongue fluttered down the center of his chest, leaving behind a
trail of glistening saliva. Chin's rainwashed body was amazing. I
couldn't get enough of him. My hungry mouth filled with the savory flavor
of his delicious, silken flesh. The concave dip of his belly-button passed
beneath my wet lips, and his body grew tense with anticipation.
"My father will be here soon,' ' Chin sighed, gently stroking the
back of my hair. "I'm not sure we should be doing this. What if someone
catches us?"
He couldn't be serious? My nose was buried deep in his thick pubic
thatch. His beautiful, copper colored cock was hammering restlessly
against my cheek. I couldn't believe he had the willpower to even suggest
we stop.
I didn't possess such a remarkable discipline. I couldn't stop.
His father could have been standing in the door watching, and I still
wouldn't have been able to restrain my lust. Maneuvering quickly to
position my body between his gaping knees, I lifted up his hard cockmeat
and plunged my mouth down over it. Needless to say, that ended all
speculation on the outcome of our steamy encounter.
Chin thrust his slender ass forward slamming the swollen head of
his briny cock against the back of my awaiting throat. The sticky sap
leaking from his pisshole was like a narcotic. It drove me wild. I slid
my juicy lips up and down his rigid fuck muscle until he was on the very
brink of blowing his load.
"That feels great," he panted. "Please, don't stop."
Chin locked his fingers across the back of my head nearly
smothering me with his crotch. Reaching around I began playing with his
ass. He sucked in a deep breath when I spread open his butt cheeks and
stuck a finger up his anal passage.
His delicious cock twitched restlessly between my passionate lips.
I wanted to feel his hot, steamy wad gush down my throat, but decided
against it. When I felt his organ jerk with climactic triumph, I pulled it
out of my mouth and started jacking him off. He whimpered softly as his
flood gates rolled back and his timid organ spurted strand after strand of
thick, creamy cock juice across my neck and shoulders.
Chin felt along a shelf overhead until he found a roll of toweling.
He glared at me mischievously. I still couldn't believe he was blind. I'd
never known a blind person before. I guess I thought they would be
different, somehow. Except for the fact he turned me on like no one else
ever had, Chin was like anyone else.
On the shelf, next to the toweling, inside the first aid kit, was a
jar of petroleum jelly. My imagination ran amuck. I knew exactly what I
wanted from Chin.
Chin squatted down, chewing my huge swollen nuts until I thought I
would lose my mind. I teetered on wobbly knees as his fiery mouth nibbled
up the length of my pulsating shaft. A surge of raw energy tingled up my
spine as I felt his tongue curl around the head of my dick and pull it into
his mouth. I knew I couldn't hold out much longer.
Slowly I sank to my knees, pulling my cock from the fond caress of
his slippery lips. His oral talents were phenomenal, but it was his
exquisite, round ass my cock ached to probe.
I gently eased him forward, positioning him on his hands and knees.
"You've got such a hot little ass. I'm going crazy wondering what
it would feel like to bury my cock deep inside you."
I was desperate, willing to do whatever it took to persuade him to
let me have a crack at his tight, butt. His face took on an expression of
uncertainty. He didn't say a word as 1, spreading his ass open, basked in
the delightful radiance of his rosebud.
I scooped a generous gob of the greasy lubricant from the jar and
smeared it between the cheeks of his tense butt. I couldn't resist
sticking a finger up his ass just for the hell of it. Chin moaned
vigorously in response to my penetrating caress.
"Do you object?" I asked,
"Not in the least," he replied. "Just promise you'll take it easy.
I'm really sensitive back there."
Reaching into the pocket of my shorts, I retrieved the condom I'd
brought, just in case. I groaned ruttishly as I unrolled it down the
length of my rock hard shaft. Chin's frail ass quivered spastically as the
head of my volatile cock affectionately stretched his snug asshole.
"Oh, yeah," Chin cried out. "More! Stick your whole cock inside
me. I want to feel the head of your big dick in my belly."
Like everything else about Chin, his fuckhole was small. It was so
tight, I nearly came just trying to get inside of him. Gently, I worked my
rigid fuck muscle beyond his resistant butthole. With each downward
thrust, I managed to entomb another inch of thick, throbbing cockmeat.
Rotating my hips, I pushed savagely into him, completely embedding my cock
inside his tortured rectum. He wailed with blissful agony.
Chin reached back between his trembling thighs and began stroking
his cock. Precum dripped like warm honey from his pisshole as his
throbbing anal passage tightened around my triumphant cock. The urgency of
an intense climax began to shudder through my body.
"Oh shit, man, I'm gonna cum," I hissed through clenched teeth. I
pulled my heaving dick out of his impetuous ass, tearing off the condom.
Chin immediately collapsed onto the floor and rolled onto his back.
His amazing balls bounced brutally as he yanked frantically on his
explosive organ. He pulled up his legs to expose his well fucked ass.
Ever so slightly, purely for my amusement, he flexed the weak, gaping
muscles of his pretty, pink shithole.
Two, or three jerks had me spewing the most devastating load of cum
I'd ever produced. Wave after boiling wave of thick semen jetted from the
head of my inflated cock to splatter across Chin's squirming body.
Chin squeezed his cock and grunted passionately as he ejected
another impressive wad of creamy nectar. Glistening pools of cum collected
on his belly, and ran down his sides. His thick flap of foreskin closed
around the head of his youthful cock as his lust withered. We knew then
this was the beginning of something wonderful.
For the next year or so, when Chin came to tend the geraniums, I
would help. Much to my surprise, I actually enjoyed gardening. But what I
enjoyed even more was our sneaking off to the tool shed.
Everything was perfect until one afternoon when my Mother came home
unexpectedly and caught us together. Of course, Chin's father was
immediately fired. After that, it was difficult for us to keep our
relationship alive. The tension between me and my parents became so thick
I could have cut it with a knife. For the good of all concerned, I wisely
chose to move out of my parents' house.
I thought about Chin a lot. I never realized it was possible to
miss someone so much. I ached to feel him in my arms. I longed to once
more feel his beautiful, uncut cock throbbing between my lips. I could
have spent the rest of my life with Chin and been a happy man.
I would drive past his parents' house. I couldn't find the courage
to stop. I was too ashamed. My parents had said a lot of horrible things
to Chin and his father. I wanted to make amends. I just didn't know how.
I had never felt such hopelessness, such loneliness.
It had been nearly a year since I last saw Chin. I was laid up in
the hospital following a car accident. As so often was the case, I was
feeling quite blue, and alone. I welcomed the company of the nurse when
she came into my room, carrying a pot of geraniums. Scarlet geraniums.
"A nice, young Oriental gentleman just dropped these off at the
desk," she said, handing me the accompanying card. "What a shame, someone
so young and handsome, being blind."
My spirits soared as I read the card, 'Remember what we learned
while tending the geraniums?'
"Nurse, I need to talk to the man who delivered the flowers!"
"That shouldn't be a problem," she chuckled. "He's waiting in the
hall."
Tears filled my eyes when I saw Chin come through the door. He had
heard about my accident and decided to risk visiting me. Thank God, at
last, one of us had found courage enough to make that first move toward
reconciliation.
Chin reached out and I took his hand in mine. As I laid there
admiring the beauty that was Chin and reveling in the fact that he was back
in my life, I knew in my heart that it was exactly the way it was meant to
be.